The Soulful Atom

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos.. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability.. or the desperate attempt to remain..

Stolen

Kisses, moments, stolen.
Stolen from the unsuspecting.
Stolen glances, words.
From the fabric of time, from the wraps of the universe’s elaborate, seemingly perfect plans.
I steal these withering threads and weave myself a blanket.
A blanket to lie beneath on cold lonely nights. A warm blanket with colorful stories stitched into each weave, to sing me a lullaby every night as I watch the stars twinkling far away.
I steal their dying light and build myself a fire to go with the blanket.
Stolen. Everything. Never owned, always stolen.

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